A sports bar that metrosexuals could love: "The overall aesthetic at Redline underscores this very dilemma. There’s a tentative balancing act between the macho and the frou-frou. You’ve got scrolling stats and Las Vegas betting odds displayed in multi-color glory on the digital big boards throughout the bar and dining room. But there’s not a whiff of skunked beer, stray urine, or body odor, anywhere. Maybe that’s due to the mango-mandarin air fresheners in the men’s room." (WCP)

Anonymity ain't all that: "Anonymity in a restaurant critic is not a state of grace, and will never win out over hard work and an intimate knowledge of cuisine, but it is probably superior to celebrity, and to that end should be encouraged." (LA Weekly)

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